The Lioness

A 1960's Femme-Fatale BDSM Thriller.

By Isobelle Verona

Copyright 2016 Isobelle Verona.

All rights reserved.
The Lioness A 1960's Femme-Fatale BDSM Thriller.

Adult warning: This book is intended for legal adults. Every character in this book is of legal age
and of no blood relation.

Table of contents
1. 26th April, 1964
2. 27th April, 1964
3.

1st May, 1964

4.

2nd May, 1964

5.

5th May, 1964

6.

6th May, 1964

7.

9th May, 1964

8. 10th May, 1964

9. 12th May, 1964
10. 14th May, 1964
11. 15th May, 1964

About the author

Isobelle grew up reading whatever she could get her hands on, be it Harry Potter, or nicking her
Mother's naughty books. She developed a taste for the alternative side of sexuality, experimenting
extensively on her various teenage boyfriends, much to their delight (and often dismay). Now as a
mid 30's woman, she loves to share all her delightfully dirty thoughts with the world. From her
personal experiences to wild fantasies, her creative stories are sure to hit a chord with all those who
love the kinky and weird.

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Dedicated to those that dance after dawn.

The Lioness.

*******

26th April, 1964.

I've decided to start documenting my life as of today. Who am I writing this for? I have no idea. I
may be the only person to ever read these words. I just have to let this all out. The past year has
been surreal. Unbelievable. Eye-opening and world shattering. I can't even begin to explain it
properly, but I'll try.

I've never felt the need to write about myself before, I've always considered my life to be very
typical your standard white middle class American upbringing. Mother and Father, two siblings, a
dog, a cat and a white picket fence. Mundane. Boring.
I went to a medium sized high-school in San Francisco, located next to the suburb in which we
lived. I graduated with good marks, despite my lack of enthusiasm towards studying. I was always
told I was smart. And beautiful. And that I'd make a man very happy someday. It made me
nauseous. While I never outright rebelled, like so many of my peers did, I always held a quiet
disregard for society and my place within it. I knew I was going to do something other than pop out
babies for a career man, although at the time I could never articulate it to anyone. When I left home
at eighteen to take up a waitress job in the city, I could never in a million years have predicted what
was in store for me.

Like I mentioned, I've always been told I'm pretty. I'm not trying to sound conceited or anything,

but this is relevant to what I'm about to share on these pages. I remember when I started going
through puberty when I was around fourteen, my Aunts couldn't stop commenting on how wide my
hips were, or how full my breasts had become. She's already ripe for children! they'd exclaim
with glee, as though I were little more than a broodmare, fit only to pop out nieces and nephews for
their enjoyment. I started taking to wearing baggy woollen jumpers whenever the family got
together.
The sudden growth spurts weren't limited to my figure either. I recall how I towered over nearly my
entire class by the time I was sixteen, standing 5'11 tall. I remember fighting with my mother over
wearing heels to my prom, because I didn't want to be taller than my date. I laugh now when I think
how self-conscious I was, as if it were something to be embarrassed about. In my current line of
work, it's really quite the asset.

It didn't take long for me to realise just how much power my looks gave me in the real world. How
men would bend over backwards to accommodate me. How they would try to impress me with their
exaggerated stories or crude displays of wealth, as if that were going to make me swoon for them. I
didn't mind the increasingly large tips though, and soon learned how effective a demure smile and a
battering of my eyelashes, a well placed touch or a cute little giggle could really be. It was offputting more than anything, how easy they were to manipulate and use, completely oblivious to my
thinly masked contempt.

I was living in a single apartment down town at the time, and was putting away a good chunk of my
earnings as savings each week. It was comfortable enough, but I always felt something was missing.
I had this empty space within me that I did not know how to fill. Men, a career, college nothing
took my interest. I was hopelessly lost, until that day.

I'll have to continue this in the next entry, I have an assignment coming up in an hour and I have to
get ready. With these new 3 inch red stilettos and this sheer black garter stocking set, this is going to
be the easiest assignment yet..

27th April, 1964.

My heels clicked on the marble floor as I swept across the foyer, the sound echoing back loudly
from the high vaulted ceilings. I walked with an air of supreme confidence I looked good, and I
knew it.
So did the fat old Italian cab driver apparently, as he couldn't keep his eyes out of his mirror as he
drove me through down town, his gaze darting up and down my long, shadowy legs. The flash of
the street lights above caught the sheer nylon of my stockings every so often, causing his eyes to
linger a little too long. I was afraid he was going to crash, but he managed to manoeuvre through
the busy streets with one eye, as only a city cab driver can. As we arrived outside the hotel, I
thought I'd reward him for his impressive little driving display. Spreading my legs wide, so my
short black dress rode up my thighs, I held out the fare a few inches away from my chest, so he had
to turn around to grab it. I couldn't help but laugh at the look on his face when he saw the band of
my stockings wrapped tightly around my thighs, the milky white of my flesh split in two by the
straps of the garter that disappeared up into the shadows of my body.
T-thanks Miss. He stammered as I stepped out of that car.
The cab seemed to pull away a little too quickly, the tires squealing on the asphalt. I'm sure he's off
to park in an alley way somewhere and jerk off, I thought to myself with amusement.

I was to meet my mark at the hotel bar for a few quick drinks. I'm sure he thought he was getting
lucky tonight, on the count of my overly aggressive flirting the week before, and I suppose in a
sense he was going to be getting lucky just not the kind of lucky he was used to. He was a very
important target for the organisation though, so I quickly darted into the ladies room to touch myself
up. My light blonde hair was down tonight, billowing over my shoulders like a wavy mane. My
make up was still perfect: dark red lipstick, subtle cheekbone highlights and dark black eye shadow.
Good. I rearranged my dress, lining up the deep cut in the front with my ample cleavage, my shiny

silver cross dangling a few inches above. I wasn't the slightest bit religious, in fact with my latest
activities, I was acting quite the opposite which was what made it all the more fun to wear.

Stepping into the bar, I found my heels sinking into the plush red carpet as my eyes adjusted to the
dim glow of the crystal chandeliers above. A slight cigarette haze hung just above eye level, making
the rooms ceiling seem low and stuffy. The sound of Miles Davis floated gently across the room
from a large jukebox in the corner. I was separated from the bar on the far side of the room by a sea
of rich mahogany tables and chairs, barely filled on the count of it being a Wednesday night.
Weaving my way purposely through the empty rows, I slowly scanned the bar, my eyes taking in
the sorry sight of the week night drunks slouched solemnly over the bar top. I had told him to meet
me at 8, and of course, I made sure I was a little bit late I like to keep them waiting.

I found him sitting alone at the far end of the bar, staring into space while slowly sipping out of a
short whisky glass. The thick carpet muffling my approach, I slid down quietly into the stool next to
him as my right hand purposely brushed his shoulder, breaking him out of his thoughts. He looked
across at me with a startled smile.
I thought you'd changed your mind. He began.
I smiled back at him in amusement, then turned away and beckoned the bar tender.
A whisky on the rocks, please. And another one for my friend here.
Turning back to my date, I slipped a cigarette from the holder in my purse and leaned toward him
with the cigarette dangling between my lips. Predictably, his eyes were glued to my chest, the angle
of my body affording him a wonderful view down my dress. It took a moment for him to raise his
eyes to mine, and when he did, I found them alive with lust and desire. He was hooked already
this would be easier than I thought. He fumbled in his pockets a little before producing a lighter and
raising the flame to my cigarette. To his credit he didn't look back down, but maintained eye contact
while I inhaled slowly. I guess he wasn't completely desperate.

You know what the traffic is like, darling. I finally replied, my voice soft, barely audible over the
music, causing him to lean in a little closer.
He wasn't an unattractive man, he was actually kind of cute, in an average sort of way. Short, light
brown hair parted to the side. Dull, tired blue eyes that spoke of long nights at the office. Clean
shaven, clean suit, clean cut. A business man a dime a dozen in this city. He was 30. He had told
me when we met for the first time. He also told me he was married, and that he was very unhappy.
He had been married to his wife for 12 years, and had known her all his life. More like his father
had known her father all his life. I noticed his ring was still on his finger, but that didn't mean
anything to me I had a job to do.
Like I said, he was important to us. His father was the CEO of one of the largest banks in the
country, and he was set to take over next. We needed that kind of power and influence, and we'd do
anything to ensure we had it. And I knew exactly what needed to be done.

We sat and talked for a few more hours. He told me about his work, his life, his dreams and desires.
And I listened. I felt almost pity for him as he let it all out. It seemed to me as though no one had
listened to him for a very long time, and I mean really listened to him. Of course, I didn't once
forget why I was really here.

A touch on his forearm that lingered a little too long. A consoling hand on his shoulder that was a
little too firm. A look and a smile that said a little more than I'm listening. It was almost too easy.

We were now the only ones left in the bar. The last drunk had staggered out awhile ago, loudly
cursing his lack of money. The bartender was giving us the eye, trying to prompt us to take
ourselves elsewhere so he could close for the night. I took this as my queue. I slid my hand slowly
and discreetly across the material of his pants, resting it gently on his inner thigh. He gave a start
and looked at me in flustered arousal. I returned it with a sultry expression that simply said: I'm

going to fuck you.

I have a room upstairs. I whispered, leaning in close to him as I squeezed his thigh,
Shall we.
He quickly turned away. I can't. He stammered, I'm married. My wife. She'll.. I'll. I j-just.. Can't
he finished lamely.
Last minute nerves. I didn't blame him. He just needed a final push.
I reached down and gently grabbed his growing cock through his pants, giving it a soft pulse with
my fingers as I purred into his ear.
It wasn't a question, darling.
I brushed my lips across his ear as each word left my mouth, thick with seduction.
I stood up abruptly and straightened myself out, looking down at him with a firm expression. It took
him a few seconds, but he looked up and met my gaze meekly, an ever so slight nod signalling his
surrender.
Stay four steps behind me. Be careful with my coat and bag. I ordered curtly, and started off
swiftly towards the foyer, not looking back. I couldn't help but swing my hips a little more than
usual.

That's all for tonight, I'm rather tired..

1st May, 1964

I still vividly remember the night it all changed. When my life was turned upside down and shaken
every which way. It was a typical week night at the diner. Near closing, there were only a few
customers left a fat trucker finishing his greasy burger at the counter, an old couple arguing over a
crossword puzzle and a pair of young teens getting intimate in the shadowy booths at the back. I
was busy wiping down a table when she walked in. I'll never forget the first time I felt Miss Walkers
presence, and even after getting to know her these past few months, she still sends shivers down my
spine every time I see her. Her aura is magnetic, drawing every eye in the room wherever she goes
forcefully, like a firm hand grasping your jaw and pulling your gaze toward her. I felt inexplicably
nervous as I walked up to her, as though I had already messed up her order before receiving it.
There was nothing terribly remarkable about her physical appearance, she was average height, mid
50's with uniform light grey hair done up in a tight bun. She wore a conservative black dress and
coat, with modest black heels. Above a pair of thin, narrow lips sat a short hooked nose giving her a
savage, hawk-like appearance. Her cool blue eyes swept over me as I approached, her gaze careful
and intense. It made me feel as though she was analysing me for something. I remember her first
words: Why is a beautiful woman like you working in a place like this? I can't recall how I
answered, but I know it wasn't to her liking, as she grabbed my arm and sat me down next to her.
Giving me her business card, she told me to meet her later that week at her office down town for an
interview, promising me a well paying job that I was very suited to. My attempts for further details
were ignored, and she left after quickly drinking her coffee, leaving me clutching her business card
and a hefty tip. It was so strange, and abrupt, I had no idea what to think.

I ended up going to meet with Miss Walker, my curiosity getting the best of me. Though I'm not
sure I should write about what happened at the interview, if anyone found this diary.. Maybe
another night.

2nd May, 1964.

I watched him walk across the open lobby toward the elevator doors, glancing around guilty. The
lobby was still and empty, yet he looked as though he had been already caught worry vividly
painted across his features. I arched my back slowly and sighed as he approached, then suddenly
jammed the button for the 13th floor. I locked eyes with him as the door slid shut, smiling in
amusement as he awkwardly increased his pace to reach it in time. He stepped into the elevator just
as the doors closed with a loud clang, his cheeks red and flushed whether it was due to his haste or
his arousal I could not tell.

The elevator ascended slowly with a quiet rumble. He stood with his back to the door, staring down
at his fidgeting hands. Every so often he'd look up at me as though he were about to say something,
then quickly lower his gaze as he met my eye, his face betraying just how nervous and embarrassed
he was. I didn't blame him, he seemed like a good, moral man. He must have been so conflicted in
that moment, a fierce battle raging inside between his conscious and his cock. I could tell by his
mannerisms that he was feeling extremely guilty maybe guilty enough to change his mind. I
couldn't have that now. I needed to completely destroy any resistance he may be harbouring in the
back of his mind. He had to be intoxicated with lust, totally at my mercy.

Without warning I stepped over to him and pressed my body against him roughly, pushing his back
against the elevator door, my hands on either side of his head, pressing against the cold hard steel.
He looked at me in stunned silence. Before he could react I pressed my lips against him savagely,
my tongue forcing his lips open and sliding into his mouth. I kissed him deep and hard, my tongue
dancing around his slowly and seductively. A low groan rumbled up from the depths of his chest, as
though he hadn't been kissed like this for years. He began to kiss me back, hesitantly at first, as
though he wasn't sure this was really happening. I allowed him to kiss me a little more passionately,
his tongue brushing past my lips and eagerly chasing my own as I withdrew it teasingly. Feeling his

hands slide down my side towards my rear, I broke off the kiss and took a step back, shooting him a
reproachful look.

Now, now, I began, That's no way for a gentleman to behave, is it?

He looked at me with a mixture of frustration and shame. Like a schoolboy caught spying on the
girls locker room.
I thoug-
No. I cut him off savagely, you haven't earned the right to touch my body, especially in such a
lewd manner.
I felt the elevator beginning to stop and turned around, arching my back ever so slightly, my ass on
proud display.
I spoke to him over my shoulder as the door parted before me, if you're a good boy, you might get
to touch. If you're very good, well.. I won't spoil the surprise.
I swept out of the elevator, my long stride making quick work of the hallway. I fished the room key
out of my handbag, #1325 etched deeply into the golden tag. Turning around to face him, I dangled
the key from my little finger, then dropped it directly between my feet. I couldn't help but smirk.
He was still flushed from the elevator, and stood there awkwardly with a look of confusion on his
face.
Has all the blood left your brain and gone to your cock? I spat, an impatient scowl spreading
across my face, pick them up and open the door.
Shuffling forward, he bundled my coat up in one arm and knelt down to grab the key. Just as his
fingers brushed it, I set my right foot forward, stiletto heel piercing through the golden loop
connecting the key to the tag, holding it in place.
I'm still upset about your naughty behaviour in the elevator, I declared with a mock pout, you're
to apologise to me. And you're to promise that you won't try anything without my permission
again.

A moment passed, I didn't deign to look down at him, but I could imagine what he was feeling: selfrespect fighting desire, his ego wrestling with his lust, his brain struggling with his cock. Finally, he
surrendered.

I'm terribly sorry Miss, it won't happen again. I promise. he said quietly. He even sounded
sincere.
Good, but I need to know you mean it, darling, I cooed. Show me you mean it. Show me you're
really sorry. Kiss my heels.
What? Here? he started, But..
Do it. I ordered.
Still, he hesitated, his face hovering above my feet.
Quickly now, I said with a laugh, before someone comes out of their room and sees you down
there.. I ended loudly, my voice carrying down the hall.
Almost immediately, I felt his lips press against the pointed toe of my heels. That did it, I thought
with amusement - They're always scared of being caught. Reputation is everything, after all.

I looked down at him, his head between my feet, his lips planted on my shoe, and felt a surge of
power flow through me. I will never get tired of seeing a powerful man yield himself before me,
utterly surrendering himself to my sexual power. No matter how strong they think they are, the
outcome is always the same complete and utter submission to my will.

Satisfied, I raised my foot, forcing his up face along with it. Looking down at him I smiled.
Good boy. Now open that door.
He stood up quickly, his face hot with embarrassment. Avoiding my eyes, he fumbled with the key
for a few seconds before managing to line the lock up correctly, and slid it in with a click. Swinging

the door open, he motioned for me to enter before him.

Now that's the way a gentleman should behave, it seems you're a quick learner. I said as I entered
the room, trailing a fingernail across his cheek..

5th May, 1964.

I arrived outside the building 15 minutes early for the interview. I'm not sure what made me decide
to take a day off work and head to that unknown address. Was it the promise of money? The
excitement of something new? Maybe it was Miss Walker herself, and the mystery surrounding her.
Whatever it was, it had worked, and here I stood outside a nondescript office building with
butterflies rampaging around in my stomach. Taking a deep breath I entered the building, looking
for any sign of what I might be getting myself into. There was nothing, it was as generic as any
building could be. I took the elevator up to the floor printed on the business card, stepping out into,
at first glance, looked to be a doctors waiting room. Neat, clinical and empty a few stiff plastic
chairs and an ugly plastic coffee table sat in front of a broad grey counter. I approached it slowly,
thinking it was strange there was no one behind it. Was this all just a joke? Shaking the negative
thoughts from my mind, I pressed the small silver bell sitting on the counter top, the soft ringing
echoing around the room. After a few moments, a young woman stuck her head out from one of the
open doorways behind the counter, smiling broadly at me. Her fiery red hair was let down in a wild
mop, a strong contrast to her formal business attire.
Please excuse me! I didn't hear the elevator come up! she said, voice bubbling with enthusiasm.
I was just doing my hair, she laughed we weren't expecting you for another ten minutes.
I didn't think I'd find the place so quickly. I offered weakly.
That's absolutely fine! she cried, In fact, Miss Walker should be ready to see you now. I'll buzz
you in and her know you're coming. Straight down the hall, you can't miss it!
Thank you. I replied with a smile, as she picked up her phone. A door without a handle popped
open out of the wall next to the counter, seemingly out of nowhere. The woman behind the counter
motioned to it with a nod, and I walked through uneasily. The hallway was impressive, a far cry
from the waiting room behind me. Walking down the thick carpet, I admired the paintings on either
side of me, beautiful natural scenes and portraits of beautiful woman lining the walls. Before long, I
found myself approaching a large brown oaken door with a long, curved brass handle. Suddenly

nervous, I had to take a deep breath before knocking on the door.

Come on in. the reply came, almost immediately.
Opening the door, I was greeted with a scene of opulence and splendour. Miss Walker stood behind
a gorgeous ornate wooden desk, complete with three leather cushioned sitting chairs. On either side
of the desk were enormous displays, filled with all kinds of fascinating objects plates, busts,
daggers, maps and various taxidermy creatures. I couldn't take it all in before she cleared her throat
and motioned to the chairs.
Please, have a seat Jane. she said warmly.
Thank you Miss Walker. I replied with a polite smile, taking a seat and crossing my hands over
my lap.
Now I'm sure you're wondering why I invited you here, and I don't like to waste time and talk
about the weather so I'll get straight to it. She began with a sideways smile.
Unfortunately, I can't tell you the specifics, that is until you decide whether you'd like to work with
us. I can say this: I work for a secretive group of people. These people come from a diverse
background, but they all share a desire for radical change within this country, and they'll go to any
length to see their dreams realised. They desire equality between the sexes, between the races,
between the rich man and the poor man. Don't get me wrong now, they're not communists, but
rather believers in the ultimate American dream freedom. Freedom for all, no matter who they are.
To achieve this dream, they need agents. People on the field to help convince people that this is the
road to take, through various means. That's where you come in.
I'm no agent, I began with a laugh, I'm just a waitress in a diner. I wouldn't know where to begin,
I think you've got the wro-
Let me finish, please, she said, cutting me off smoothly. You think I just invite anyone up to my
office? I can see something in you. That's my talent, I can see potential. Your talents, well they lie in
your beauty and in your mind. I could tell as soon as I stepped into that diner, you were meant for
something more than taking orders and serving coffee.

She must have sensed my bewilderment, because she stopped talking and started to write.
This is the compensation you'll receive. Per week, of course. That's if you decide to hear me out,
and begin training under one of our members.
She slid the paper toward me, a knowing smile on her lips. The amount was enormous, and I
struggled to keep myself composed. This was more than I made in half a year at the diner.
No need to answer now, I'll let you think it through.

6th May, 1964

Back to our little friend in the luxury hotel, I do so enjoy this memory..

Surveying the room, I was impressed. It seemed they had spared no expense for this contract. Large
and spacious, the room was dominated by a luxurious king size bed in the centre. An imposing
headboard rose out of the back, an intricate flowery pattern carved into the golden wood. A pile of
silken cushions, neatly stacked upon the elegant blue bedspread, invited one to dive into its
sumptuous embrace. To the left, a large stained wooden desk it's surface occupied by a telephone,
a note pad and a thin golden lamp perching eagerly on the edge. To the right, a couple of plush
mahogany leather sofas. Behind the sofas was a blue and black patterned cloth dividing screen,
obscuring the door to the en-suite bathroom.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, legs spread, heels pressing down firmly into the cream coloured
carpet. It was then I noticed the two mirrors on either side of the entrance alcove, running up the
full length of the wall. Now they'll be a lot of fun, I thought to myself.
Hearing the door close quietly, I watched him step uncertainly into the room. He didn't so much as
glance around at the opulent room, his eyes were focused on only one thing my long, stockinged
legs, stretched elegantly out before him. His gaze was intense, desperate, hungry. I wondered if he'd
ever felt lust as strong as that. Probably not.
He tentatively took a step forward, his eyes remaining glued to my legs.
TSK!
I almost spat it at him a noise usually reserved for misbehaving puppies. I find it works equally as
well on misbehaving men.
He stopped and quickly looked up at my face in surprise.
Be a good boy and lock the door I said with a smile, we wouldn't want any interruptions now,
would we?

As he reluctantly turned around and started toward the door, I added, take off your shoes while
you're there
Hearing the click of the door, I let my voice float slowly down the hall as I stood up and checked
myself in the mirror.
Stay right where you are mister, there are a few things I have to make perfectly clear to you.
I didn't wait for a reply.
While you're here in my room, you're here on my good graces. You would be wise to remember
that, lest you do something silly and be forced to leave.
I wouldn't drea- he began.
Quiet! I cut him off loudly, you will speak only when asked to. When you do, you will address
me as Mistress.
I paused, letting the silence fill the room. Surprisingly, he managed to keep his mouth shut.
I was right about you, I declared with a laugh, you do learn quickly.
I moved back to the foot of the bed, facing the entranceway. Smoothing my dress down, I placed
my hands on my hips and called to him.
You've earned the right to look at me again, aren't you lucky? You may enter. But, on your hands
and knees. Quickly now!

I always loved this. There's just something about a man in an expensive suit grovelling on the floor
that feels so right.

Watching him slowly shuffle into the room, I studied his face carefully. Beneath the surface layers
of arousal, fear, lust and confusion, I could see something else. Something stirring deep within him.

Catharsis.

He needed this. He may not know it himself, but I've seen it many times before. Powerful men
always used to being the boss, making all the decisions, having the final say needing a reminder
that they're only human. To be put in their place. Humbled. Some of them are aware of this, and
seek out woman like me. Others, repress their emotions and desires, and let their ego reign free. I
didn't care to which camp the man before me belonged. My only concern was the job ahead of me. I
did so enjoy my work though.
His eyes flicked uncertainly from the floor, to my feet, to my legs and back down to the floor.
Standing tall in my heels, I towered over him.
Now, I don't like repeating myself. In fact, I detest repeating myself. So you better listen well to
everything I say. Do you understand?
Yes Miss.. tress. he said, as though he were testing out a foreign word.
You may have noticed, I began, taking a step toward him, that I like, another step, being in
charge. I finished, my heels now on either side of his head, pressing sharply into the carpet.
You know, I really do enjoy having men beneath me, because that's exactly where they belong. I
said, while I grasped the door frame with my hands and raised my right heel above his head.
I especially enjoy men who can behave themselves, and follow the rules. Men who can obey, and
trust me. I take good care of men that obey me. I said as I slowly lowered the point of my stiletto
heel towards his head.
As the point made contact, ever so lightly, I whispered to him, Do you trust me?
He moaned loudly, a combination of anticipation, lust and fear. Anticipation for what was coming.
Lust for my body, mind and dominance. Fear of letting go, of surrender, of submission.
A few moments passed. I slowly increased the pressure of my heel, his head bowing lower under
the force.
Finally, I heard it: Yes Mistress. His voice was loud and clear.
I pressed my heel into him sharply, as though I were praising his strength. Holding it there for
several moments, I tested him. He did not waver.

Good boy. I cooed, lifting my heel off his head and moving back toward the bed. Sitting down, I
threw my legs out before him. Catching his eyes in my gaze, I held them there.
I'm quite pleased with your little display. You've earned a reward. Come here and take off my
heels. Slowly.
He slid forward toward me on all fours, making no attempt to get up. I dangled my foot in front of
his face, watching his eyes follow the slight swinging motion of my legs. He tentatively placed his
hands on my heels, caressing the red leather softly, slowly pulling it away from my foot. Sliding out
of their confines, I flexed my stocking covered toes in pleasure, glad to feel the air on my feet. The
black nail polish glistened through the thin material, accentuating the curve of my toes. His eyes
were glued to my foot, a look of hunger painted on his face. Lowering my leg, and raising my other
heel, we slowly repeated the process.

My feet are so sore from walking about all day in those big old heels, I declared with a sigh,
Massage them. And don't be too rough, my feet are ever so sensitive

I watched him as I put my right foot under his nose. His eyes widened and lit up, his cheeks flushed
with pleasure. I smiled as he took my foot in his hands, almost reverently, and started to gently
kneed the arch. I let out another sigh as I let him work his way up and down my foot, melting the
stress of the day away. He was surprisingly skilled, and I found myself increasingly enjoying his
touch. Silently, I pressed my left foot into his hands, and let him begin to work on it as my right foot
slowly slid down his chest, onto his thigh, coming to rest next to his crotch. Digging my toes into
the flesh of his thigh, I spurred him on, his fingers sliding across my nylon clad skin with increased
fervour.
My, you are an eager little thing, I laughed, I do so like a man who's determined to please me.
I began to raise my foot, his hands following along obediently. I watched his eyes trace the arc of
my foot up, mesmerised, until it was level with his face. Slowly, I began to press my toes against his

nose, watching him inhale deeply, a mixture of my scent and my nylons invading his mind.
Open your mouth, slave. I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He let out a sharp intake of breath, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth.
I slid my toes down, pausing to trace his lips, then pushed my big toe firmly into his mouth. I felt
his lips close, then his tongue begin to circle and stroke my toe. Feeling a tingle spreading from up
my legs to my clit, I pressed more of my toes into his mouth. Another sigh turned into a moan as my
last toe slipped into his mouth. His tongue pressed firmly against the nylon, fighting the taut
material, trying to get between my toes. I felt the heat between my legs spreading and intensifying
as his tongue pleasured my foot.
Open your eyes while you worship your Mistress. I ordered breathlessly. Looking up at me, I saw
his eyes dancing with pleasure and desire. I held him there in my gaze for a long while, my eyes
screaming don't you dare look away! as I flexed my toes against his tongue.

Without warning, I withdrew my foot, and pulled it away from him. I laughed aloud as his mouth
eagerly chased it along until he almost toppled over. Stopping him in his tracks with a well placed
foot, I firmly pressed directly along the length of his now very hard cock. His eyes widened as I
gave it a playful nudge, someone's excited, I said with a smile as I felt his cock pulse in response.
Pressing my big toe against the rigid head of his cock, I was assured he was ready for the next act..
Now, I said, slowly leaning down towards him let's see that body of yours. I watched him
staring down the front of my dress, as I ran my hand down his neck, toward his chest.
You like that, don't you? I whispered. When he made no attempt to answer,

SLAP!

I broke his trance with a well aimed blow to the cheek, my long fingers remaining wrapped around
him as I grasped his jaw and forced his eyes up toward mine.

You didn't forget our rules, did you? I spat angrily, my mouth inches from his face.
N-no Mistress, of course not, I just-
Now we have to do this the hard way. I said, grabbing his tie, You perverts never learn.
Rising up from the bed, I roughly yanked him to his feet, his tie a noose around his neck.
It didn't have to be like this, I declared with another yank of his tie, if only you knew how to
behave.
Another jolt of electricity from my clit. I did so enjoy this.
Releasing his tie, I brought my hands down and grasped him by the shirt front, savagely pulling it
open. Fabric ripped, buttons flew off and his face was priceless. That was probably a very expensive
shirt.
Take the rest off and grab my bag there by the doorway, you're going to make it up to me.

As he turned around and fumbled with what remained of his clothing, I deftly unhooked my black
lace bra and slid it up through my dress, bundling it up and throwing it onto the bed behind me, out
of sight. My breasts, no longer confined by the rather tight bra I had on, pressed against my dress,
longing to escape. My nipples, still hard from his earlier service, brushed pleasurably against the
material with every subtle movement.

As he turned around with my bag in hand, I studied his body. Slender and lean, a small patch of
light brown hair covered his slight chest, trailing down across the hint of a six pack. I brought my
gaze down to his underwear, then back up to his face, a disapproving look all he needed to begin
removing them.
Do you swim? I asked casually, as he straightened back up, completely naked before me.
No Mistress. He replied I do play tennis though.
Of course you do, rich bastard.
Now, place the bag down at my feet and kneel, I have something I want to show you.

As he stepped toward me, I began to slowly pull up the hem of my dress. His eyes were glued to my
movements as he knelt down the dark material sliding over my thick, milky thighs, exposing the
sheer black panties hugging my inner curves. His eyes ranged higher as the material passed over my
wide hips, the black lace garter belt cutting across my pale midriff just below my navel. Looking
down at him, his face was a mask of awe and delight as he sought to drink in every inch of me with
his eyes.

9th May, 1964

I mulled over Miss Walkers words for the next few days. The offer was extremely tempting, not just
for the money, but for the promise of something new. Something exciting. A break from the
mundane. I decided I'd hear her out at least, and decide once I'd heard the whole offer. I called the
number on her card to schedule an appointment, to which she insisted on meeting the very next day.

I'm glad you decided to return. she said, as I sat down in her office for a second time.
You made a very generous offer. I smiled.
But it wasn't the money that brought you back here. she said with a knowing grin.
I'm very rarely wrong when I pick someone you know. I could see it within you, a restlessness
bubbling under the surface, a desire for more out of life. I can promise you that, and more.
I was a little taken aback by her appraisal, but my curiosity only deepened.
That's the kind of personality we need with us. A burning desire for change, for passion, for
adventure. You may not necessarily agree with our goals, but that needn't concern us. It's the energy
you will bring to your job that is what's important. Your willingness to go above and beyond in
order to help us, and to help yourself.
You keep talking about this job, what exactly will my role be? I asked.
Straight to the point. Perfect. She beamed ,Our agency employs many people, from many
backgrounds, for many roles. When I saw you, I knew exactly what you were meant for. That's my
role within the organisation, I'm the recruiter. I have a gift for it. But you. You, with your beauty,
and your fire, and your presence! You're a seducer. A seductress. A controller. You will make men
bend at the knees, and bend to your will. You will cage their bodies, then their minds and hand them
to us.
This is too much. I don't know how to do any of that. I wouldn't know where to begin. I started to
explain.
You will be taught. We have the best teachers assembled, experts in this field. Every facet of your

education will be taken care of, totally paid for, of course. You will learn to truly exert the strength
your beauty holds, no man will be able to resist you once you're trained in the art. You will become
a valuable asset to us, and you will be appropriately rewarded.
This was something else. I wasn't prepared for what she had offered.
And, if you don't enjoy your training walk away, never will you hear from us again.
Fear. Adrenaline. Desire. Anxiety. Emotions flowed through my body as I considered what she had
said.
I will accept your training, let's see if you were right about me. I said, sounding more confident
than I felt.
I always am. she replied.

I'm not sure if I should write about my training, although that would be quite the tale.. Maybe one
day..

10th May, 1964.

Remove my panties. I ordered him softly, but don't you dare touch anything else. You may get as
close as you like, but do not touch.
Reaching forward slowly, as if to savour the moment, he hooked his fingers into the band of my
panties and pulled. His face hovered an inch away, as though he was scared to come closer for fear
of an accidental touch. As he slid them down, inch by inch, the longer, light brown hair on my
mound gave way to the soft, neatly trimmed hair covering my lips. A little tug was needed to free
the them from my body, my arousal clear as the panties stuck stubbornly to my slit. His eyes were
wide as he took in the sight of me, thick thighs curving into a pale ivory pussy. A thin line of
glistening pink velvet was visible between my fully aroused lips. He was close enough to smell me,
and I heard him inhale deeply, eyes closed in ecstasy as my panties fell to the floor. Bending down
to pick them up with one hand, I grabbed the back of his head roughly with the other, wrenching it
toward my face.
You like the smell do you? I teased, dangling the panties in front of his face, well all you have to
do is ask nicely to smell them. I added with a mischievous smile.
He thought for a moment then whispered softly, May I please smell your panties Mistress?
Of course! I cried, jamming the panties against his nose with the palm of my hand. I couldn't help
but laugh as he moaned in delight, even as I ground them savagely into his face.
Thank y- he began to say through his moans. I rammed the panties into his open mouth, cutting
him off. I closed his gaping mouth with my outstretched index finger.
I didn't ask you to speak. I declared curtly, keep those in there and shut up.
His face lit up in pleasure as he tasted me, my juices fresh on the sheer black material.
Grabbing my bag off the floor and turning around, I placed it down on the bed and began to
rummage through it. My tight black dress was still sitting bunched around my waist, affording him
a close up view of my shapely behind. I imagined him sitting there, eyes glued to the straps of my
garter which elegantly followed the sharp upwards curve of my arse. So of course, I began to slowly

swing my hips from side to side as I looked over my shoulder at him. His eyes were like a hypnosis
patient's, mesmerised by the pendulum like movements of my body.
I won't be a moment darling, you just sit there like a good little boy. I cooed, I have a surprise in
here. A gift, just for you. How exciting.
Pushing aside the various toys, tools and implements that filled my handbag, I found what I was
looking for.
Perfect! I said cheerfully, as I plucked out a little pink silk bag.
Tossing the bag into his lap, I watched him hesitantly reach in as though there was something
dangerous inside. He gave me a look of confusion as he withdrew a pair of sheer black stockings
with cute pink bows on the thighs complete with a matching garter, a pair of pink silk panties, and
finally a little pink and red polka dot patterned bra.
I'm only attracted to pretty men you know. There's just something about a man wearing my
clothing that gets me so.. Wet. I slid my fingers inside me as I moaned the last word. I wasn't
completely lying. Watching a man obey me like this, humiliating himself at my command, it was so
very arousing. I felt a flush of power as I pressed against my clit.
Don't you want to make your Mistress happy? I sighed with a mock pout, I'm so much nicer
when I'm happy.
He quickly nodded, eyes glued to my glistening fingers, slowly spiralling around my pussy.
You're such a good boy! I smiled, let's make it fun, shall we? For every piece of clothing you put
on, I'll take one off.
He looked up at me with anticipation.
Since I've already taken off my panties and bra.. I grinned, it's your turn now. Stockings and
panties. Quickly now!
He slipped the panties on slowly, his face a curious mix of guilt and pleasure. I teased my pussy
open with my fingers as he pulled the panties over his hips, his eyes dancing with desire as he
watched me. Laughing heartily as his pulsing cock strained madly against the silken fabric, I

motioned to the stockings with my foot.

Make sure you line those seams up just right, I want them looking perfect.
He struggled to put them on, awkwardly sliding them up his leg, trying to keep the seam straight.
He clearly had never dealt with stockings before. Finally getting them up around his thighs, he
clipped on the garter and smiled sheepishly.
Stand up and turn around, let me inspect. I ordered, as I reached down into my bag. He didn't see
the 3 foot long riding crop I produced, but he felt it, as I swatted his stocking clad calf in
displeasure. He let out a muffled cry as he jumped forward in alarm.
Fix that seam. It's crooked. I spat, holding the crop against his leg. As he bent down to fix it, I
slowly moved the crop up to his backside, menacingly rubbing it across his arse.
I hope you're better at putting on your pretty little bra. I laughed, pressing the crop against his
opening. He grasped my meaning immediately, slipping the bra over his shoulders and fumbling
with the clasp at his back. I could see he was having trouble, so I leaned in and took it out of his
hands, deftly doing it up while whispering into his ear.
Oh, you look so pretty now.. My little SLUT. I spat the last word into his ear with venom, if only
your family could see you now.. What would they think?
I felt his body tense as I grabbed his shoulders.
What would your wife say, seeing how far you'd go for a real woman. And one you've only just
met, I laughed, Licking her feet, wearing her clothing, why she'd think you're a pervert.
I sighed. I don't blame you though. I tend to have this effect on men.
Spinning him around, I kissed him on the lips softly. His eyes were closed, but he pressed his lips
against mine, my panties still filling his mouth, holding his tongue firmly in place.
You have been a good boy though.. And look at that, you're one piece of clothing ahead of me
now. I smiled, pinching his nipple through the thin material, a deals a deal, after all.
He moaned quietly as I twisted his nipple, the riding crop pressed against my pouting lips as I
thought.

I don't really want to take off my stockings, I look so good in them.. I pondered out loud, Well I
guess that just leaves..
His eyes opened eagerly, hungry to see my body under the dress.
My cross. I laughed, slipping it off and placing it around his neck, my breasts pressing firmly into
his chest as I closed the silver chain. My my, it certainly suits you. Are you a religious man? I
breathed into his ear Oh, don't tell me. I don't want to know.
I saw the disappointment in his eyes and grinned.
You didn't think you were going to see me naked did you?
He shook his head slowly, not meeting my eyes. I brought the crop up to his cheek, patting it softly.
Don't be upset darling. You know, there might be another way for you to earn a glimpse. I
whispered, bringing the crop down to my pussy, his eyes following my deliberate movements. He
stared longingly as I rubbed the crop up and down my slit, the black leather taking on a subtle
glistening gleam.
But first! Interrupting his day dream, There's another piece of my clothing for you down there.
I said, pointing at my discarded heels.
They should be a good fit, I laughed, flicking his cock with the crop, go on!
Watching him slide his foot uncertainly into the first heel was amusing, as they were at least a size
too small. With a little urging from my crop, he pushed it in with a grimace.
See, that wasn't so hard. And I think you'll agree it's worth all the pain. I teased, slipping one of
the dresses straps off my shoulder.
The second heel proved to be a little more trouble, as he swayed on his feet unsteadily, trying to
keep his balance. After a few unsuccessful attempts, I sighed in exasperation, grabbing him around
the waist roughly and holding him still while he pushed his second foot in. I gave him a hard whack
across the small of the back for my trouble, causing him to stumble forward, almost toppling over.
My, look how long your legs look in those! I cried, like a run way model. Go on, give me a strut
down the cat walk, baby!

He looked at me uncertainly, before a sharp crop to the behind sent him wobbling across the room.
His body swayed alarmingly as he struggled to keep his balance, arms outstretched as though he
were walking a tight rope cable. The thin stiletto heels were a challenge, even for a master of the
craft, yet still I burst into laughter at the sight of him.
You look ravishing darling. I whispered into his ear, squeezing his arse as I crept up behind him,
but look at that, now you're taller than me!
3 inch heels will do that I suppose.
We can't have that, can we? I complained, voice low and husky, on your knees, NOW!
A sharp crop to the shoulder as I shouted in his ear had him falling forward immediately, landing
roughly on his knees. Looking almost relieved to be off his feet and those deadly heels, he crawled
along behind me, following my dangling crop. As I strutted slowly toward the bed, I undid the other
strap, sliding the dress down my body, letting it fall between my feet.
I always keep my word. I declared, turning around to face him, body on proud display. My soft,
milk white skin shone under the light of the chandelier above, curving graciously across my
feminine features. Strong, wide hips sweeping elegantly into a thin waist, a stark contrast to my full,
large breasts above. The cool air of the room felt good on my skin, my soft pink nipples standing
firm in arousal. He looked up at me with a mask of pure ecstasy, his eyes roaming up and down my
body frantically, trying to take in my beautiful figure. Running the crop down my body with a sigh,
I sat down on the edge of the bed, opening my legs.
Look what our play time has done to me. I pouted, pressing the crop against my glistening
opening, I'm feeling so very worked up.
I rapped the ground before me with the crop, signalling him to come closer.
Spit out those panties, I ordered as he crawled toward me, I want to hear you beg.
His eyes lit up as he realised what I meant, the panties soon sitting on the floor in a soggy pile.
Rubbing the length of my slit, I looked down at him with a sultry expression, beckoning him closer.
His nose was just about pressed against me when I stopped him with a rap to the forehead.

I don't often let men this close to me, you know, I told him in a husky voice, it's only because I
find you so cute. And since you've been such an obedient thing, I might just let you have a touch.
Sliding the crop up and down his jaw, I continued to tease him as he almost shivered with
anticipation.
Of course, you'll have to beg for it my pet. Tell me how much you want to pleasure your Mistress.
More than anything Mistress, please, please may I pleasure you. he moaned.
So you think you deserve to lick my pussy?
Yes Mistress, it would be such an honour.
And what would you do for that honour? I laughed.
Anything, Mistress. he replied. He sounded so serious, it was adorable.
Anything? I echoed, that's just the answer I was looking for.
I grabbed the back of his head roughly, pressing his face against my wet pussy, his eager tongue
sliding up and down slowly. He moaned loudly, as I pressed my thighs against his head, sealing him
against my body. I let him continue the slow pace, up and down, as he savoured the feeling of my
flesh.
Aren't you so lucky? I said, as I started grinding my pussy across against his face, coating him in
my juice.
Yes Mistress. came his muffled reply, between moans and groans of pleasure. I let him have his
fun for a little bit longer. While his tongue did feel very satisfying on my aroused flesh, I hadn't
forgotten why I was here, why I had brought this man to my hotel room. I had a job to do.
Placing my feet up on his shoulders, I savagely kicked him away from me. Tumbling back at the
sudden force, he landed roughly on his back. He looked up at me with a confused expression, his
face slick with my arousal. I sprang to my feet and started toward him, a menacing look in my eye.
I want your cock in me now, do you understand? I growled.
Yes Mistress, I'd be very ha-
But I can't have you getting all handsy, I cut him off, reaching down and grabbing his cock firmly.

You know how I like to be in charge. I purred, pulling him to his feet by his now throbbing cock.
Now, get on the bed. On your back. Legs spread. I ordered, nudging him towards the bed.
The plan was coming to a head. He was lost in a cloud of arousal, subordinate to my will. The entire
evening's work breaking him down, building him up, teasing him, denying him, rewarding him,
humiliating him, was preparation for this one final act.
I need an assurance. I whispered, as he lay down on the blue silken spread, anticipation clearly
showing on his trembling body.
I need to know you're ready. I asked, as I began to look through my black leather bag.
He swallowed as he saw me produce the handcuffs. Four sets of shining stainless steel, the chains
longer than usual. They gleamed in the light as they dangled from my hand.
Do you want this? I asked simply, as I stepped up onto the bed, my feet sinking into the soft
material. I took a few steps toward him as I watched him consider his situation.
Don't you want to know what it feels like to have me ride that aching cock? I moaned, rubbing
my clit slowly. My body towered over him as I placed my feet on either side of his chest, the sheer
black material of the stockings accentuating my long legs magnificently. His eyes were slits of
desire, as he watched me with ravenous intent. He closed his eyes and raised his hands above his
head, keeping them together at the wrists. Slowly bending myself down, I straddling him across the
chest, the beat of his heart hammering against my body.
I want to hear you say it, I whispered close to his face, Tell me you're a naughty boy that can't be
trusted with his hands. Beg me to chain you down for your own good.
I could feel his body straining beneath me, as he slowly met my eyes. His pupils were dilated, the
inky darkness spilling into his clear blue iris, giving his eyes a wild, bestial look. Lungs labouring
under heavy breaths, I could feel his chest rising and pushing against the heat between my legs. I
reached behind me, grabbing his cock through his panties, pulsing it between my fingers. Staring
down at him with a threatening glare, he knew it was now or never.
Yes, you're right, he groaned frantically, chain me down, I'm a naughty boy, I can't be trusted,

chain me please, I need it.

There was a note of hysteria in his voice, as though he really did need it. I felt almost guilty about
what was coming next. Almost.
Good. I'm glad you see things my way. I purred, sliding myself up his chest. Placing my knees on
either side of his head, I slowly eased myself down, straddling his face. Taking his wrists, I placed
one handcuff on each, as muffled moans floated up from beneath me. Connecting the cuffs to the
thick wooden supports beneath the headboard, his arms were soon taut, stretching away from his
body. Shifting my attention to his legs, I crawled down his body slowly, taking my time to press
myself against various parts of his body, before settling myself down on his cock. His hard member
throbbed madly between my lips, a thin piece of material all that stood between him and my pussy. I
rocked myself on him teasingly with a laugh, as I connected the cuffs to his ankles, one by one. I
spread his legs apart roughly as I slid off the bed, before closing the dangling cuffs around the bed's
thick wooden feet.
And we're done. I said cheerfully, turning to inspect my handiwork. Strolling around the bed, I
pulled each of the 4 chains, double checking they were locked in place. He winced as each one of
his limbs were yanked by the tight cuffs, hard enough to leave a bright red ring on his skin.
I'm sorry to have to do this to you. I said, not meeting his eye, but the people I work for have an
interest in you.
What are you talking about? he said, worry creeping into his voice.
It's not personal you know, I continued, as I started toward the en suite door if it's any
consolation I did enjoy getting to know you earlier.
I don't understand! he cried, struggling futilely against the chains.
Just accept it, it's easier that way. I said softly. Business is business after all. This is my job.
I knocked on the en suite door, three loud raps in quick succession.

12th may, 1964

You sure did take your time gurl. a voice answered immediately, I been waitin' in here for
hours.
After a short pause, the door swung open, and out stepped a frowning black woman with a big long
leather bag under one arm. Standing 5'11 in her heels, we were roughly the same height as she
advanced on me, although the round, frizzy afro she wore made her seem far taller. A pair of wide
red framed glasses sat atop her proud broad nose, a striking contrast to her flawless ebony skin. Her
sharp jaw supported a pair of thick, seductive lips currently pursed in annoyance. She wearing a
flattering white dress, showing off her extremely curvy body. It was said she had the best arse in the
organisation. Aside from her beautiful exotic looks, she was very well versed in filming and
photography, having previously worked in hollywood, which was a very valuable skill for us. We
knew her only as, the Nubian, as everyone in the organisation was known only by a codename. Her
frown broke into a broad smile as she kissed me on the cheek.
Oh hell, you know I can't stay mad at you, she laughed, looking me up and down, especially
when you be looking like that.
She playfully slapped me on the ass as we walked towards the bed.
You know how seriously I take my job, I smiled, I like to be meticulous.
Hell yeah I do, I heard you taking your job very seriously all the way from the other room. She
said with a wink. That's why they chose you for this job.
She placed her large leather bag on the floor carefully and inspected the man on the bed.
Oooh, he's a cute one, isn't he? she giggled, I might just have some fun with him myself.
What's going on here? The man suddenly bellowed, who is this woman?
He's feisty too, seems like you didn't completely break him. Give me 5 minutes alone with him and
he'll be showing us the proper respect we're due.
Hush now darling, I cooed, leaning forward and stroking his face, inside voice, or I'll be forced
to gag you again. You don't want that, do you?

I looked over at the Nubian, who was grinning in amusement.

This here is my very good friend, and she's to join us for a little while. We have an important job to
do you know, so you best co-operate, because she's known to have a very wicked temper.
She flashed her white teeth menacingly.
You know me too well. she laughed, now, why don't you explain to our little victim here, the
gravity of the situation he's found himself in. I'll set up my gear.
I turned back to the man and sighed, I suppose I should let you know what's going on here.
Sitting down on the bed next to his face, he looked up at me with confusion and anger.
Well, darling, I happen to work for some very ambitious people. And these ambitious people want
to see change in this country. Big change. For that, they need power, influence and money. That's
where you come in.
I don't follow. he said softly, brows furrowed in thought.
You see, they know all about you. Your work, your family, your future. They know how powerful
you're going to be, and they're determined to have their share.
I still don't understand, what does that have to do with you.. And her? He motioned toward the
Nubian with his head.
We? We play the most important part of all. It's our job to fit the collar around your neck. To bind
you in our chains. To make sure you'll co-operate when the time is right, and our payment is due.
Our job is to put you under the organisations control. You'll understand soon enough. I added, as
his face still showed him to be helplessly lost.
All done over here sugar, the Nubian said cheerfully, now the fun can really begin.
She had worked quickly. A big bulky camera was set up on a tall tripod at the base of the bed,
trained directly on the man. A smaller, portable one was clutched in her hands, as she smiled
mischievously at me. The man looked at the cameras, his face slowly bearing the realisation of what
was happening.
Do you see now? I whispered to him softly, we're about to have everything we need to ensure

your loyalty, now and forever. I think you'd agree, if this material were to fall into the wrong hands
say your wife, your family, hell even the media then everything you've worked for will be
ruined.
I slowly straddled his crotch, grinding against his soft cock until it began to grow. A gale of
emotions stirred on his face confusion, anger, helplessness, pain.
Darling, just lay back, be a good boy and accept your fate, I consoled him, you can't change any
of this, it's already done. Try to enjoy yourself.
He shot me a look of pure hatred, but despite his feelings toward me, his cock quickly grew hard
under the movements of my body.
You ready sugar? The Nubian appeared at my side, camera trained on my lower body.
Just say the word. I laughed.
Action.

14th May, 1964

The woman I learned under was called the Raven. A mysterious woman, she had worked as a
professional dominatrix in London before being recruited by the organisation. She was the most
manipulative, cunning, sexy woman I had ever met. Her personality was like smoke, slipping past
your defences and intoxicating you deep in your mind. She had a knack for getting everything she
desired from men, woman, it didn't matter. She considered everyone to be her slaves, willing or
otherwise. To her, no one was a friend, or even an acquaintance, everyone was just objects for her
use. All business, no nonsense, she taught me all that I knew. How to walk, how to talk, how to
dress. How to analyse a man and determine his weakness, then exploit it for all it was worth. She
had played the field for many years, and knew everything there was to know. I remember my first
lesson, which involved her binding me in chains, whipping me and fucking me with a monstrous
strap on dildo she affectionately called The Beast. I learned the value of pain that day, and after
that, I forever listened intently to everything she had to say. She was the one that chose the title

Lioness for me. One day, I'll recount that tale in it's entirety it's definitely worth remembering.

15th May, 1964

The camera flashed as the Nubian worked, her body a blur of movement as she sped around the bed,
finding the best angles to capture. We had covered the chains in pillows and sheets, creating a
natural looking scene a man simply enjoying the services of a 'professional' woman, while
wearing pretty lingerie of course. Starting at the top, I straddled his face, treating him to unrestricted
access to my pussy, the defiance in his eyes melting away at the taste of me. Soon enough we had
genuine photos of his face buried between my legs. Remaining largely quiet through it all, the man
had accepted his fate, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop us. Various poses of me laying
with him followed hugging, kissing and playing with his almost naked body.
Yeah baby, you're a natural model. Nubian cried as I smiled broadly, face next to his crotch. I
couldn't help but enjoy myself.
After a few photos of my hand stroking his cock through the panties, we realised taking them off
was going to be difficult. His eyes went wide as Nubian produced a large pair of scissors from my
bag, an evil twinkle in her eye.
N-no, he yelled, What are you doing? You can't be serious.
Quiet, darling, I soothed him, what do you take us for? Your little man will be just fine.
Nubian cut the panties and pulled them off in one quick motion. The mans cock sprang forth
violently, happy to be free of it's silken prison. It pulsed and throbbed under my fingers as I kissed it
for the camera.
Sorry sugar, but we're gonna need one of it in your mouth. Nubian stated apologetically.
I shrugged and took his cock into my mouth without warning, the sudden sensation causing the man
to yell loudly in pleasure. I took him deep, brushing the back of my throat with his cock as I made
eye contact with the camera. My eyes burned from the flashing, as we took photo after photo of
various angles, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. He groaned as I mercilessly withdrew,
leaving his cock straining in the air, desperate to be touched.
I think my eyes need a break, I laughed, show me how to use that thing and climb aboard.

The Nubian grinned, narrowing her eyes playfully. I was just waiting for the invitation.
I took the camera from her hands as she stripped off her dress, revealing nothing underneath. She
laughed as she saw my surprised face.
Honey, you know I like to be prepared. She said as she sprung onto the bed.
I experimented with the camera as she made herself comfortable, sliding the mans hard cock
between her ample breasts.
How's this look? She smiled, striking a models pose.
You look ravishing darling. I replied.
Maybe I should keep a few for my personal collection. she said, squeezing her breasts together.
I thought you were a professional? I teased.
It's not every day you get such a willing subject, especially such a well to do honky. she said as
she crawled up his body slowly, eyeing down the man on the bed.
You wanna taste, white boy? she growled, dragging her pussy against his crotch, his cock
spasming wildly, desperate to feel her heat.
I kept clicking away as she straddled him in various positions and poses, teasing him with quick
glimpses of her pussy.
Oh I know you want it, I can see it in your eyes. she said softly, spreading her legs just inches
away from his face, but you gotta beg for it white boy. Tell me how much you want my black
pussy on your face.
He hesitated just a moment before letting it out, the cameras either forgotten or ignored.
Yes, I want your pussy on my face. Please sit on my face. he moaned, as she moved herself
closer.
Oh, you didn't tell me he had such good manners. she grinned, you did train him well after all.
Turning herself around, she presented her arse to him.
Just because you asked so nicely, now lick my ass white boy. she cried, pressing herself down
onto his face with a thump. I look a few photos of his face buried in her arse, features barely visible

between her curvaceous cheeks. Letting her have her fun, I began to get dressed, grabbing fresh
panties from my bag.
Hey, what do you think you're doing, she asked between groans, we still need a shot of him doin'
the wild thing and there ain't no way he's putting his cock in me, that's for sure. That's your job
gurl.
Right, how could I forget? I said sarcastically, grabbing a condom from my bag. I passed the
camera to the Nubian, who was busy grinding her body up and down the mans face. Slowly
unrolling the condom over his quivering cock, I positioned myself over him.
Make sure you get them right the first time, I don't want him finishing in me. I said with a scowl.
She clamped down on his head with her thighs, steadying herself as she raised the camera to her
eyes.
Good to go, gurl, when you're ready.
Rubbing some of my wetness over his covered cock, I slowly lowered myself down until his head
pressed against my opening. He groaned manically beneath the Nubian, unable to see what was
going on. I preferred it that way. The camera flashed as I eased him into me, pausing methodically
every couple of inches for the camera. His cock throbbed, covered by the thick condom, the
sensation he felt could only be the most intense of teases. I stopped just above the base, not
allowing him to fully enter me that was one of my rules. Just a personal thing I suppose.
That was good, I think we got all we need. the Nubian said satisfied, as I struck my final pose.
Good. I replied, sliding myself off him in one quick motion, a cacophony of cries erupting from
beneath the Nubian. I'm going home now, I need a hot meal and a hot bath.
I'll walk you out. she said, I'm done here too, this white boy ain't ever gonna get me off.
We slowly packed away our things and got dressed, ignoring the man tied to the bed. Watching us
without a word, he finally broke the silence.
And what about me? You just gonna leave me here? he said worriedly.
We both said nothing, zipping up our bags.

Hey, come on, this isn't fair, I co-operated with you. Let me go! he cried.
I walked over and perched on the side of the bed, grabbing his cock and ripping off the condom.
It's true, you were a good boy. I just want you to remember, we own you now. You won't hear from
us for a long time. A year, ten years, who's to say? But when we do, you best remember this night.
I slowly started to stroke his cock.
And this is for your trouble. A nice little reward for you. I said, smiling, as I quickly increased the
pace. Squeezing his cock roughly, I slid my hand up and down his shaft, from the base to the tip. I
worked him hard and fast, my hand a blur as I vigorously milked his cock. Moaning in delight, it
wasn't long before I felt his body tighten and his breath catch, unable to withstand my experienced
touch. I felt the eruption, surging up through his cock as he cried out in ecstasy, finally being
released after a night of denial. Not wanting to get my hands dirty, I pulled away as the first streams
of cum shot out of his spasming cock, landing all over his stomach. He let out a tortured whine as I
removed my hands from him, the sensation he craved cruelly ripped away during his desperate
climax. I paid him no mind as he yelled and cursed, rope after rope of cum coating his stomach, his
frustrated cock bobbing around, searching for any sensation it could find. Opening my bag, I fished
out the handcuff key, quickly unlocking his right hand, and tossing the key into the puddle of cum
on his body. He would be able to unlock the rest himself, albeit with some painful stretching.
Picking up the last of our possessions, we left without a backwards glance.

Also by Isobelle Verona:

On The Wild's Edge

An Amazonian Female Dominance story
Excerpt:
Ohh, it can move by itself! the woman cried, voice full of mirth. The others didn't tell me that.
Moving to his feet, she studied him, her eyes intense, full of curiosity.
I wonder what else it can do? she wondered aloud.
Long blonde hair framed her face, beaded braids, and thin dreadlocks entwined within her thick
mane. Her bright green eyes, the colour of the springtime woods, sat atop a sharp thin nose, a bright
metal nose stud sparkling in the light. Her lips were full and pink, pursed in thought.
What's your name? she asked suddenly.
The man stared at her incredulously. How could she act so casually in a situation like this?
How did I end up like this? Were you the one that struck me, woman? his voice cracked as he
spoke, betraying the weakness his body felt.
The woman giggled. Think there's anyone else out here?
She slowly paced up the length of his body, squatting down next to his face.
I like the look of you. I think I'll make you my slave. she said, matter of factly, the others will be
so jealous.
Untie me woman! he roared, arms struggling uselessly against the rope binding them in place.
Her eyes narrowed. She slapped him across the face, hard. His head wrenched painfully to the side,
his face stinging and his eyes watering.

In The Wilds Heart

An Amazonian Female Dominance story.

Book 2 of the Amazon's Lust series.

Excerpts:
She shook her head in disappointment, letting the final spurt of water loose into her mouth.
NO! he cried, please no, I'm sorry. Please.. Master..
Her eyes lit up as he uttered the words. It was what she had been waiting to hear. She smiled,
nodding her head at him and he understood immediately, opening his mouth. Leaning over, she
lowered her mouth to his and let the water slowly trickle out. He opened wide, gulping down the
cool water greedily as she spat it into his mouth. As the last of the liquid passed her lips, she pressed
her mouth against his.
Obey me and I'll take care of you. I promise, she said, gently biting his lip.
Abruptly sitting up, she urged her horse forward, yanking the rope behind her.
No time to rest. We're close, but we can't afford to be seen. We must hurry.

******

The next item she drew out caused the man to close his eyes in horror. A bright red whip was
clutched in her fingers, nine long leather straps hanging menacingly from the end.
This was my grandmothers you know, she smiled, as she whipped it experimentally through the
air with a crack.

******

Clutched tightly in her hand was an enormous, polished, wooden cock. At least ten inches from it's

sculpted round head to it's thick grooved base, it had been meticulously carved to match the male
anatomy. Slim at the tip, it slowly flared out into a bulbous ridge, before sweeping back in to a
gradually thickening shaft. Protruding veins snaked their way across it's surface as it grew wider
and wider, the base nearly as thick as a womans forearm. It was a sight to behold, shining proudly
in the torchlight as the woman held it before her breasts.
This was created countless generations ago, by my immediate ancestors. It has been passed down,
in an unbroken chain, for hundreds of years. You should be honoured to be receiving such a gift.